Cody, the DEATH DOG! Is there something I need to know?

I'm convinced my dog thinks I'm dying.  No matter where I go around here and what I do, he's there, right there.  My wonderful mutt has even taken to sleeping next to my side of the bed which is very strange as he has slept upstairs in his crate with the boy-o's for the past 7 years.  Yup, 7 YEARS!  I swear, if I wake up and he's on my bed at my feet like those critters in nursing homes and whatnot, I'll, well, probably nothing because if he's on my damn bed, I am dead..  This started as a joke but I gotta say, it's starting to freak me out a bit.  There were 2 creepy dudes here fixing the A/C yesterday, maybe he knows something's up that I don't.

Bud Light and dog balls.

We also have a cat who is a giant ass and waiting for me to die so that she can feast on my fresh but more on her later.  If I'm alive of course.

Jimmie Craig?

Too bad it looks like a giant Poo.

    My Honey badger husband and I have strange minds to say the least.  Watching TV the other night and an ad comes on for one of those prepared diet food commercials that charge you a shit-ton of money and send you cardboard in return.  Not even a lot of cardboard either, miniscule portions of the tasteless crap.  You know the one I'm talking about.  Yeah, so we heard "Jimmie" (we hear what we want to for sure) and immediately our hamsters jumped on their wheels and started devising our very own diet plan where you eat copious amounts of SAUSAGE and still loose weight.  Why has no-one ever though of this before?  We will very shorty be rich and rolling in the sausage *not dough, too high in carbs.  Or maybe not as that sounds pretty nasty (in any fashion you picture this in your mind.  Your dirty, dirty mind.).
 *I've included some sausage pictures here for your viewing enjoyment.

Sausage.  Yum.

Sausage fest.

 
    So back to the real world... something about running and eating better.  We ran Government Island (aprox 1.5 mi) this afternoon and it was wonderful.  My a-hole hip wouldn't stop screaming at me when we first got started but like every other idiot out there running, I "ran through the pain".  Lungs screaming, hip throbbing and sweat dripping all down my butt crack, remind me again why I skip days?

Government Island, Stafford, VA

Food was shit but I'll start the "diet" Monday.  Yeah, Monday.  I'm reading this book Eat For Life that was recommended on that Dr. show where every day is a new way to loose weight ~ don't get me started on him.  Everybody and their damn uncle is reading that book so I'm going to have to actually doll out the dough and buy a copy and give the one I have back to the library.  Bastards.  Wouldn't it be great if there was a "trade in all those other diet books you've never actually done anything with for these wonderful NEW shiny ones" day?  There's a day for every other silly thing under the sun.  Anywho, I'm going to give it a roll and try to eat all this green stuff.  I like green stuff though so it should be alright, no?

I'm a dumb-ass, a broken dumb-ass

  So here I go, my very first blog and my very first entrance ever and I'm not running OR eating green.  It's quite simple, my hip-crotch (true medical terminology used here) is tight and giving me issues so I'll be starting physio for that within the next week or so.  In the mean time, I'm not supposed to walk or run.  Huh?  Okay then.  As far as the green goes, my spinach is dead.  There.

I did do my very first BODYROCK (Very soon I will be as hot as this chic. Well, maybe not VERY soon.) workout though.  Simple, fast, just the way I like it and it's better than nothing. What did you do today?